when her voice breaks in this i break

Exam Room 5: Chapter 6: I Don’t Mean To.

Title: Exam Room 5
Pairing/Relationship: Yamada Ryosuke x OC/Elliot
Rating: PG
Warnings: Language, Sick/Dying Animals
Genre: Romance/Fluff, slight Angst


Chinen-san had talked to her yesterday, and delivered the message from Ryosuke, and didn’t she resolve to try? Didn’t she? And Saya had been so encouraging, she really helped her see all of the possibilities and how silly it was to not try–and she did promise her to try! Didn’t she?

I did. I promised.

She wouldn’t break that promise to Saya, the promise to try.

I won’t do it. I won’t break that promise.

I don’t mean to.


She jumped, squealing when the voice spoke behind her, one hand slapping against her fluttering heart, the other covering her mouth, as she turned to find Ryosuke standing there, hands in his pocket, shuffling his feet, eyes cast to the ground between them.

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Impatient H

“’S she going to come out yet?”


You shot your husband a look, raising your brows before chuckling on how he is.

“Are you feeling contractions?”

“Harry, we talked about this.”

“I know, I know.”

He motioned you to stand up very gently, with his finger, complying to what he requested and assisting you to by holding your arms, sitting on the spot you were sat on before carefully pulling you down to his lap.

Both Harry and you aren’t going to lie; this is your favorite. You sitting on his lap and leaning on his chest, his hands resting on top of your pregnant bumo and his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I already told you that it could take me 40 weeks; 10 months before I give birth.”

He whined, his lips brushing against your shoulder which you loved.

“But baby, you’re already 38 weeks along.”

“And you’re impatient, H.”

“I really want to see her already.”

Your hand stroked Harry’s hair out of habit and for his comfort, letting out a hum of appreciation go noticed.

“So do I, love. But we need to wait.”

There’s eagerness and joy in Harry’s voice that made you smile and laugh in an instant, making his cheeks warm up.

“There’s something about this day, love. I can feel it.”

“You said that yesterday.”

“Because maybe it’ll pressure your water to break already!” he exclaimed, smiling when he saw you laugh so giddily.

“How can you pressure my water to break?”

He grinned, his face nuzzled on your neck, a reply popping into his head, making him chuckle from thinking of it.

“Say that it’s a disgrace to it’s family and purified water all the way.”

“Oh my god,” you said in between your laughter, your cheeks reddening in whether how bad or good it is.

“It was good. Admit.”

“It’s good,” you complied, putting your hands on top of Harry’s.

“Do we have anything she needs that’s missing?”

“I think not.”

“Well we already have mittens, right? We bought newborn diapers a week ago, we have lots of onesies. What else?”

Harry inquired seriously which made you think, his finger drawing figures on your large bump.

“We have a crib. Bonnets, blankets, pillows. We agreed to not have pacifiers and teethers since they don’t help. Our mums told us not to too.”

“’S our bag ready?”

“I’m sure you packed it last night.”

“’S she coming out yet?”


“Fine,” he replied, knowing that he’s not going to give up on asking you, letting him massage your hands and press little kisses on your neck.

There’s comfortable silence at the moment, Harry’s inquired from what he heard, what he read, what you feel and what you saw making you think.

It made you think that you’re as eager to see your baby girl as Harry is. That how it differs from some having to give birth early and not, some having their water break before having contractions and not, some being dilated early.

“I know what we forgot.”

“What did we?” you chuckled from Harry’s excited tone.

“Baby shampoo.”

Your mouth fell slightly agape at the realization that the both of you genuinely forgot to get one.

“I’ll tell Gemma to get one now. She loves going to baby stores as much as we do.”

He pulled his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants, a knowing look on his face.

“Love, sit on the other couch. I’m preventing you fron radiation as much as possible.”

You rolled your eyes, saying ‘fine’ before slowly standing from his lap, your hand on his knee as support before gently walking to the other couch, hearing Harry talk to Gemma who immediately answered the call.

As you did and maybe not coincidentially, you felt wetness on your lower torso, the water seamlessly coming down your legs with ease.

Your eyes widened on the fact that your water broke, turning around to a wide-eyed and paling Harry who looks like a mix of excitement and shock, mouth agape and phone lowered down on the fact that your water just broke.

“Holy shit.”

Harley and Ivy intro before they fight 🌹♦

Ivy: “i though we were friends”

Harley: “i thought we were more then friends”

Ivy: “Not anymore

Harley: "Doctor isliy”

Ivy: “Doctor quinzel”

Harley: “Oh i love when we play doctor”

Ivy: “This is are last dance Harley”

Harley: “Your breaking my heart red” *Sad tone in her voice*

Ivy: “I,ll break more then that”

Ivy: *sighs* “What am i going to do with you”

Harley: Let me go ? Join my team? Marry me?

Ivy: “None of the above sweetie”

Harley: “Let play a game red”

Ivy: “What do you have in mind”

Harley: “i call it no one hurts”

Ivy: “Done with the clown obsession”

Harley: “Once you go clown you never …Eh”

Ivy: “I can see why he dumped you ”

Harley: “What are you doing tonight red”

Ivy: “Dressing your wounds probably”

Harley: “Don,t forget the smliey face banges”

Harley: “Don,t if i should kiss you or kill you”

Ivy: “Kisses only please” (lol yep so gay 😘😂)

Harley: “Only if you join us heroes ”

College AU Part 3

written by @krispetrimberly @luraelis @wondergays @wayhauhgt @catyz101 @penvision 

-Trini finds the lgbt group and feels like she belongs for the second time in her life

-Kimberly goes with her because there is too much gay interested in my woman

-Billy, Jason, and Zack all start to go, too

-Zack secretly signs Kim and Trini up for the acapella group

-“Sure you could be mad at me BUT REMEMBER THAT TIME TRINI GOT BILLY DRUNK. So signing you up for acapella really isn’t that bad”

-The boys are very supportive at their shows and competitions

-Zack and Jason are almost banned from coming

-Jason whistles really loud and has an obnoxious sign in the front row and waves it up and no one behind them can see. It reads in neon colors and glitter: “Trimberly is the Best!”  

-Zack is way too loud in the audience


-“You like that range you should have heard them last night. Trini can go higher”

-“See what you can do when you’re not fucking people actually enjoy your voice and are not praying for it to stop”

-The usher is like “sir please sit down the show hasn’t even started yet”

-Trini breaks up with Kim because she sees all of the people interested in her and feels like Kim has so many more options.

-Kim’s understanding of the break up was that she broke up with Trini because Trini forgot their anniversary…it was a temporary thing

-Kim tries to make Trini understand that she doesn’t want a perfect person

-She just wants her small angry girlfriend

-They stay broken up for a week

-The whole dorm walks on eggshells around them

-“What the fuck do we do?” “Someone get Zack and Jason here now”

-The break up hits the group so hard that they can’t morph after that happens

-Tommy convinces Trini by explaining that Kim is the love of her life. Love means listening to the other person. Kim chose Trini. So she should respect her decision and get back together with her

-Kim gets hurt since they can’t morph, and then Trini snaps out of it.

-Kim’s roommate the morning after they get back together “how the hell did you break your bedframe?” (Kim broke it)

-Alpha five shows up on campus to find out what the fuck is going on

-and everyone on campus is like “wow the robotics club really outdid themselves”

-Everyone assumes Billy built him and they just go with it

-Jason has to walk behind him to pretend that he’s controlling him, Billy explaining on the side

-Jason hits alpha when he acts too sentient only to get punched back

-“They’re re-enacting Star Wars bro. That’s why the Lil robot punched him”

-During finals week they have all-nighter study sessions in each other’s dorms and take over the lounge and a corner of the library

-They stock up on energy drinks and snacks

-Zack is quiet all week until Trini comments on how nice it is

-Then he won’t shut up

-A few professors say that they can have one note card of notes

-Billy writes all of their note cards because he has the smallest, cleanest handwriting

-Except for Zack’s; Zack tries to overlap his notes with blue and red pen and use old paper 3D glasses to read them

-Someone wrecks Billy’s notes while they are studying in the library

-He gets really angry and upset

-It takes awhile, but Jason is able to calm him down

-Trini and Kim kiss in front of the RAs at the end of the year confusing the shit out of them with a shouted “I told you punks!” by Kim’s RA

Territorial (Damian X Reader)

Requested: Yes

Prompt: 27. “Is that a threat?”
 28. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Summary: A night out turns sour.
Word Count: 600

“I’ll be right back, beloved,” Damian informed you as you took another drink. You acknowledged him with a smile and a nod as you swallowed.

“Alright, I’ll be right here,” you answered with a sly grin. You were starting to feel a buzz setting in. You watched him turn a disdainful look towards the crowd of dancers. He made his way through the club towards what you could only assume was the restroom.

Despite his hatred for the loud club scene, Damian agreed to join you for some dancing. You knew that he secretly only wanted to ensure that no one bothered you while you drank. He did his best to enjoy a night out with you instead of focusing on potential threats. It was a good way to get him to relax, especially once the two of you started dancing and moving with the music.  

“Hey there sweet thing,” a gruff sounding man called from your left. You tried to simply ignore him, as if he hadn’t spoken to you. You raised the glass to your lips and enjoyed the warmth of the alcohol. You leaned forward on the bar, pretending to be in your own world.

I said hello there, hot stuff,” he continued, claiming the empty bar stool beside you.

“Hello,” you replied politely, but shortly. You wanted to be clear that you weren’t interested in his advances.

“What’s a pretty think like you doin’ alone in a club?” he asked as a bartender approached. You frowned as he ordered a beer for himself and “somethin’ fruity for the babe” with a chuckle.

No, thank you,” you stopped the bartender before he could start mixing a drink. “I don’t want another drink,” you told him.

“Come on, sweet cheeks, I’m payin’, what’s the harm?” he grinned and you felt your skin crawl.

“I said no,” you answered firmly. You turned back to the bartender with a frustrated frown. The jerk didn’t take your not-so-subtle hint. He grabbed you by your upper arm and jerked your body to face him directly. You attempted to pull away in disgust, but his grip was firm.

“Hey! Let go of her!” you heard Damian’s furious voice boom through the club. You never felt a greater sense of relief than when you saw his tall form break through the barrier of people.

“Look pal, the lady and I were just talkin’,” he tried to brush it off, raising his hands in an innocent gesture.

“Like hell!” Damian roared, his eyes were nearly black with his anger. “If you so much as think about touching her again, I’ll break every bone in your body,” he sneered. “Pal,” he added with disdain. You couldn’t ignore the fact that Damian was intimidating whenever he wanted to be. It was really rather sexy, if you were being honest.

“Is that a threat?” the man stood, squaring up with Damian. He realized then that Damian was a solid 6 inches taller than he was.

“It’s a promise,” he replied menacingly. The man’s eyes darted around Damian’s frame and met your gaze again. “Hey, keep your eyes on me, asshole,” Damian shoved him roughly. He took the hint then, realizing that Damian was much stronger than he looked. The man turned tail and disappeared into the crowd. Damian took a deep calming breath before turning back to face you.

Are you alright, beloved?” he asked with the familiar tenderness in his voice you had grown used to. You curled your arms around his waist and smiled up at him.

“Let’s go home,” you answered with a sly smirk.


Written for @spnpolybingo​. This fills the “vacation” square.

Summary:  Jess finds out about Sam and Dean and has a surprising reaction.

Word Count: 3650

Warnings: smut, Wincest, threesome, anal sex

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy this one! I’m only gonna tag @justanothersaltandburn because I don’t know who all is into the poly stuff, lol. XOXO

Jessica Moore is a goddamn gift.

Sam knows that from the second he’s introduced to her at that party. She rolls her eyes at Brady’s failed attempt at subtlety when they’re introduced, and smiles at Sam, sweet and sexy. Sam thinks he’s already a little in love.

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This one’s for you.

Authors Note: Hey everyone, I am sorry it has taken me a while to finally post some sort of writing, things have been hectic for me, both good and bad. But, here is a small little something I managed to come up with. 

The song I used is ‘This one’s for you, by Luke Combs.' 

There is a bit of a funny story on how I found this artist. But, it is a really good song, in my opinion. (It is country).  Enjoy! Xx

He had heard all the excuses, all the lines, and had been through all the of the hardest goodbyes. All he wanted was to drown out all the noise, and the void in his heart, the void that had built a home in the most vulnerable part of him. She hurt him in the worst of ways, she was home to him, and now he is a lost somewhere in the distance of what could have been and what was — Dying inside.

He was in desperate need of a helping hand, someone who wasn’t his mother or one of his guy friends who allow him to find himself at the bottom of a bottle.

You push his hotel door open, not surprised when your eyes scan the mess of clothes on the floor, everything scattered everywhere like a tornado had ripped through the room.

He’s sprawled out on the bed, the sheets messily enveloping him, just covering his lower back.

“Shawn, Shawn get up,” you sigh, placing the two coffees and the breakfast you had gotten down on the table that is sporting a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

“Babe?” he mumbles drowsily, his voice rough, a pitiful indication that he is more than likely hung over.

The sound of him calling you babe, sends shivers down your back. You shake your head before breathing out and stepping closer to the bed.

“No, it is me. Remember me?” You challenge, drawing the coverings away from him, exposing him as he lies in just a pair of sweatpants. “I’m your best friend that you have failed to communicate with. Did you forget about me, or did you just want to be a dick?” you continue, casting the sheets to the floor, allowing them to waddle up in the corner.

“Oh ha, ha. I know your voice anywhere,” Shawn mumbles into his voice, unamused by being woken up.

“Mhm, whatever slacker, get your ass up,”

“No, sleepin’”

You raise a brow, shaking your head disapprovingly as he stays on the bed, not moving from his sprawled out position.

“It is almost twelve, get up. I have coffee and food to cure your hang over.” You insist, stepping away from the bed and walking to where you left the food and the coffees.

You turn back around with the coffees in your hand, your eyes observing his body as it sits up on the bed, his body tanned, and toned.

“Two sugars?” he queries, working his unsteady hand through his ruffled hair that is just as smooth resembling as it was when he left for tour four months ago.

You roll your eyes, handing him the coffee, “Yes, it is exactly how you like it. Want to tell me why the hell you have been neglecting me?” You question, sitting on the edge of the bed while he takes a few sips of the beverage.

He looks down, refusing to make eye contact with you for a brief moment, gathering his thoughts— thoughts that have been hung up on his now, ex-girlfriend, for the last seven months.  

“You could have called me, you know?” you whisper, handing him a paper bag with a Danish in it,

“And say what? That she fucking left me without warning, without reason? She got up and left one morning and nobody knows why.” He raises his voice slightly, “What am I meant to say to anyone? Everyone wants me to have explanations and I don’t. I don’t know why she left me, I don’t know why, okay. Didn’t think calling you would give me the damn answers… What would you have said? Huh? 'I told you so?’”

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I finished Lord of Shadows a few days ago  and like almost everyone  I´M BROK

Trying to find solace for my soul  this tought came  to my mind 

soo the next year the fist book of TLH will be published according with Cassandra will be a connection, and i was thinking how can be the fist book of TLH be connected to the last book of TDA and then i realized


He is of course an ancestor of the Blackthorn´s but HE DIED and CAME BACK TO LIFE

it is a coincidence this plot line of Annabel being resurrected, the Black Volume ? I think not
why and how the Black Volume belong  to the Blackthorn´s in the first place?

It Could be posible that this  is the conection? and What does this mean?

We know for sure that we are going to see a super dark Julian after what  happen to Livvy

Livia.” Julian’s voice rose, cracking and tumbling over itself like a wave breaking far out to sea.
“Livvy, my baby, please, sweetheart, open your eyes, it’s Jules, I’m here for you, I’m always here for
you, please, please—”

i mean he was willing to break all the parabatai bond´s just to be whit Emma.

“They are not us,” Julian said. “This isn’t just about you and me, this is about the children. About
my family. Our family.”
“Jules.” The dismay in her eyes was stark. “I’ve always known you’d do anything for the kids.
We’ve always said we both would. But when we talk about anything, we still mean there are things
we wouldn’t do. Don’t you know that?”
You scared me

He was so ready to sacrifice Arthur if that meant the safety of his siblings, and now that his little sister died in his arms, he will not do nothing?

Sometimes he wondered if he was doing the right thing for his uncle. But did it matter? Either way,
he would protect his brothers and sisters. He would sacrifice Arthur for them if he had to, and if the
moral consequences woke him up in the middle of the night sometimes, panicked and gasping, then
he’d live with that.

I think he will not accept it and will try to bring livvy back. He would die for his siblings for his babies he had said it  before, but the real question is

Would he be the last sacrifice to bring Livvy back?

dream of a little girl, the memory of a sister reaching up her arms: Julian, Julian, carry me.

anonymous asked:

captain swan + 93? hope you have a good day!

a bit of canon fluff for you, love, with a little nod to Killian’s dialogue on the horizon being calming. I hope you like it <3

93. “You have the most amazing eyes.”

“You have the most amazing eyes.”

The sentence drops unbidden from Emma’s lips, a soft string of words that breaks the comfortable silence between them and causes Killian to halt his caressing fingers.

He pulls back a little to look at her, equal parts confused and amused.

They’d been sitting pressed against each other at the balcony of their bedroom for what felt like hours. After the griffin attacked Storybrooke last week, she’d only finished with handling repairs and complaints late last night. Her dad had insisted (in what she assumed was his Royal Voice) that she stay at home for the next few days. Killian had agreed, texting David sporadically throughout the day to ensure him that she was, in fact, relaxing.

(She’ll never understand their relationship.)

Killian’s insistence is how they ended up cuddled together, watching the perfect view of the sea, with mugs of hot chocolate to keep the chill away. Emma doesn’t know when she stopped mapping the horizon and instead started mapping the planes of Killian’s face, just that she didn’t really want to stop. And then the evening started approaching, and in the light of the golden hour, well, she just couldn’t help but make her judgment out loud.

“Have you only noticed them now, love? You sure know how to wound a man,” he chuckles, voice as quiet as hers was.

Emma smirks. “Please. I was just making an observation,” she taps once at his chest with her hand that’s resting there.

He hums, resumes running his fingers up and down her arm but doesn’t break eye contact. “I’d say it was more of an opinion, Swan. Which could only mean you’re trying to seduce me with your words, and although I am a man of honour, I do accept.”

He says it with such propriety that Emma can’t help but laugh. When he breaks out into a full grin, she knows that’s what he was going for.

Emma reaches up and runs a thumb under the curve of his eye. It makes his expression soften, his eyelashes flutter. (And yeah, he’s got amazing eyelashes, too.) He doesn’t wear as much kohl anymore, only a little, and sometimes he forgoes it completely. It used to make his eyes brighter, but she finds his eyes are already a colour she can’t quite describe. It’s as though someone mixed all the oceans together to create the most striking blue.

“Your brother’s were a different shade,” she muses, knitting her brows in concentration to make sure she’s remembering Liam correctly.

Killian nods, leaning into her palm. “I took after my mother in that regard, or so Liam told me.” He smiles, and she can’t help but mirror it. When she leans into him, he doesn’t hesitate to respond with a lingering kiss that she can feel down to her toes.

“If you keep staring at me, you’re going to miss the sunset,” he says with a smirk when he pulls back. He raises an eyebrow for good measure when she doesn’t look away from him.

“I think I like this view better,” she hums.

Killian looks down and then back at the water, an adorable rosy hue tinting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. She wonders just how long he had to go without someone offering him a genuine compliment based on a simple observation. She thumbs at his cheeks for a moment before dropping her hand back to his chest, the other playing with the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck.

She wants to tell him about all the amazing things he is, and she promises herself to do just that.

Killian presses her a little closer to him. They fall back into silence, and Emma watches his gentle expression as he watches the water, his eyes like the ocean calming her like no other thing can.

A Way to You Again: Part 9

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count:  1792

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. Holy mother of confrontations.

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

Originally posted by ch-est-er

I felt the couch shift slightly as someone sat beside me. I immediately knew who it was, and I was happy to act like I was sleeping until the end of time to avoid him. “Y/N,” Bucky whispered softly as he placed his hand on my back. I stiffened at the contact.

“Don’t,” I snapped as I sat up and looked at him. I could tell it was nearing the early dawn hours by the soft yellow light that flooded through the windows.

“Please doll,” he whispered as he placed his hand back in his lap. “I didn’t ask for her to be there. I told her to leave right before you came in,” he explained – desperation dripping from his voice.

“Don’t you get it?” I laughed as I hastily wiped tears away from my eyes. “You did ask for it, Bucky. You slept with her and kept it a secret before breaking it off…” I paused for a moment before turning to him. “Did you even really break it off or were you seeing her when you started spending time with me?” The words sounded much more accusatory than I had meant for them to be.

Bucky blinked for a moment – shocked at the words that had come out of my mouth – before anger flashed across his face. “For Christ’s sake, Y/N! If you would just let me explain what happened!” he answered, exasperated, as he slammed his fist onto the couch.

“I think I can sum it up quite nicely. You fucked my best friend, and kept it a secret from everyone on the team. You then broke it off with her— knowing that she had feelings for you, and began pursuing me. You then did the exact same thing to me,” I muttered bitterly as I looked anywhere but at him.

“Except I didn’t break it off with you – you ran away. Off to some place that I couldn’t find, and refused to talk to anyone. And then when I called to apologize you told me it’s over, and hung up. Let’s not forget about the sister I never knew existed.” Bucky was becoming more agitated by the minute as he struggled to reign in his emotions.

“I didn’t tell you about her because I was trying to protect her!” I shouted as I angrily pushed myself off the couch.

“And why won’t you believe me when I tell you the same thing?” he asked as with a sad sigh. His anger had deflated and he was grappling for words as he ran his hands through his hair nervously. The sight of him looking so helpless and confused disarmed me and I felt my own anger ebb. All the things that Steve had confided in me about Bucky’s happiness and subsequent withdrawal after I had left came flooding back. I sat down beside him softly.

“When did you start having nightmares again?” I asked quietly. In the months that we had been together he rarely had nightmares, and even when he did they were no where close to what he had had tonight.

“Since you left,” he responded just as quietly.

“I’m sorry I left. I know it wasn’t the right thing to do. I should have stayed and talked to you…. I missed you,” I added as I rested my hand over his.

“Then nothing else matters. It’s all in the past. We can move forward,” he responded fiercely as he gazed up into my eyes.

His words echoed back to those of another, who had once said the the same thing—holding me captive with the promise of a better tomorrow for years. I could feel the chill creep into my heart again as I quickly removed my hand and watched Bucky’s face melt into confusion. “It does matter and you know it,” I responded brutally.

“Why? Why can’t we talk about this and move on from it?” Bucky pleaded.

“Because I love you!” I yelled at him as I pushed off the couch once again. I froze at my sudden announcement. I hadn’t meant to say it – I had just been trying to reason my feelings out in my mind and it had slipped through. I looked at Bucky as he sat frozen on the couch. His mouth opened and closed several times; unable to formulate any type of response to me. I turned to leave – it was like I was living my own personal nightmare. I had prepared for this revelation as best as I could, but I had failed miserably in its delivery.

“Y/N, wait,” Bucky breathed as his hand wrapped around my arm – stopping me in my tracks. I turned to look at him again, but still saw the same troubled and terrified blue eyes that I had witnessed when I had accidentally confessed my feelings. “I…”

“Just tell me this Bucky – why did your best friend have to come find me in secret? Why wasn’t it you?” I asked bitterly as tears stung my eyes. Bucky looked down at the ground unable to answer me. “Jesus Christ – I can’t stay here and look at you like this,” I muttered as I yanked my arm from his grasp and turned to leave. As I stepped into the elevator I turned to make sure he wasn’t following me and saw him standing in the same spot I had left him. Just before the doors closed he turned to look at me with tears in his eyes.

I slumped against the wall of the elevator once the doors had closed. I felt like I had had the breath knocked out of me. Tears trailed down my cheeks as I tried desperately to regain my composure. Some of the others would be awake by now and I didn’t want to stir any suspicion. I couldn’t answer their questions – no matter how well intended they might be.

As the elevator doors opened to the common room I rushed through them – determined to dart to my room. In my panic I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings and ran into Steve.

“Woah, Y/N! Where’s the fire?” he chuckled. The humor in his eyes extinguished when he looked at my bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. “What happened?”

“I…” I was finding it hard to speak, and keep my composure. “I walked in on Nat comforting Bucky after a nightmare and I…” Steve visibly tensed at this.

“Go on,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me and brought my head to his chest.

“I… he followed me, and I confronted him… and… I told him I loved him,” I whispered as I buried my head into Steve’s chest. I just wanted to disappear. “And he didn’t say anything, Steve… He just stood there.”

“Y/N,” Bucky’s voice came from behind me. I stiffened at the sound. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Steve hugged me tight as he sighed into my hair.

“Y/N, you should head back to your room. I’ll come check on you in a second,” Steve muttered. I looked up at him confused.

“Steve, I can…” but the look he gave me stopped me in my tracks. I swallowed hard before Steve’s arms dropped to his side and I half-turned defensively towards Bucky.

“Y/N, I…” but Bucky’s words were halted by Steve’s fist hitting him straight in the jaw. He blinked once before falling to his knees. He stared at me as I turned to leave.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Steve asked angrily as I retreated to my room – unwilling to participate in a super soldier brawl.

I slumped back to rest my head on my door. I was dizzy from the tale-spin of emotions that I had just endured. I heard Bucky trudge down the hallway with Steve close behind him.

“What are you doing?!” Steve demanded before a door slammed – securing both men safely in Bucky’s room, and making it less likely that they would wake up the entire tower.

“What am I doing?!” Bucky bellowed back. “I’m trying to win my girl back, and you keep getting in the way Rogers!”

“What the hell are you talking about Buck?” Steve asked – astonishment driving his voice to become even louder.

“Every time I turn around you are there with her. How am I supposed to even get a second to make things right when you are always there?!” Bucky yelled back at him before quieting himself – he must have regained enough sense to realize I could hear everything he was saying.

“You’re kidding, right? You don’t need my help fucking things up, Buck. You’re doing great on your own,” Steve answered incredulously. I could tell that Steve was trying to regain control of his anger but was struggling. “She literally ran away from you, and you refused to run after her. If it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t even be here, you fucking idiot!”

Silence lapsed between the two men as I held my breath – waiting for Bucky’s response. There was of course no way I could have known that Bucky would snap and run full force towards his best friend. Suddenly there was a loud crash and a cloud of debris as the two men came hurtling through the wall –Bucky with his hands still around Steve’s throat. I shrieked in response as I scrambled off of my bed and into the corner of the room as the two men crashed onto the floor. They rolled around – jabbing at one another and grunting. After the initial shock wore off I looked at the gaping hole that now adorned my bedroom wall, and felt anger bubble up from within me.

“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?!” I screeched as I stomped over to the two of them and fruitlessly attempted to pry them apart. The men continued to fight as I yelled at them. Hot angry tears rolled from my eyes as they finally broke apart – realizing suddenly where they were and what they were doing.

Bucky scrambled to his feet quickly – his hair in disarray and he shirt partially torn. “Doll I am so..”

“What the fuck gives you the right to act like fucking two-year olds? Both of you are grown ass men! God! Just get out of my room!” I yelled as I stomped my foot in frustration. Without saying another word both men quickly exited. I groaned as I looked at the gaping hole in the wall near my bed. As Bucky entered his own room I realized there was no way I could stay. Not without seeing him, and hearing him every second – I angrily padded across the room, and grabbed my gym bag before making my way to the gym.


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My Favorite What If - Part 2

Masterlist  -  Part 1

Summary: You run into your childhood friend Steve and wonder if you’ve missed out on a good thing.

Prompt(s): for @tatortot2701 ’s AU Writing Challenge!: “Please don’t tell me you got arrested again.”

Warnings: swearing, very very vague allusion to abuse

Word Count: 2987

Author’s Note: I don’t know team. I queued this when I posted the first and I’ve been dreading today all week. I am just not confident in this parrrrt. I’m having a meltdown. The floof. The angst… I just don’t know. Thanks queen bee for helping me figure out how to bring this monstrosity to an end @denialanderror.

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Driving has always been cathartic for you, and somehow last night you found yourself making the 3-hour drive back to your hometown in the hopes of pushing out the memories that kept creeping into your head. Obviously this is the last place to run from the past, but maybe it’s time to face it so you could finally let it go.

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rings of fire || stiles stilinski

word count: 4876

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst

request: hiiii i’m such a big fan you’re such an inspiration to me! could i get a request where the reader and stiles are married and have a son and stiles doesn’t really help her and is constantly helping the pack and at work and what not and shows her and her son no attention? the reader confronts him one night when he comes home late and finds out he was cheating, so she leaves and sleeps at lydia’s so then stiles goes and tries to win her and his son back? sorry i it’s complicating i love you so much

author’s note: happy easter (to those who celebrate)! i hope you guys all like this, thank you to @ninja-stiles for helping me with a couple things! 


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Being a parent wasn’t easy in any sense of the word.

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Caffeine Challenge #12-- done!

You can read mine below or here (X)! This one is yet another WIP lol. Good job everyone who participated, I can’t wait to read yours!

I’m on a bus before I know it, my sister’s voice still ringing in my ears.

“Mom’s dead. They’re calling in a new Sheriff.”

It’s been years since I’ve been home, but I know what that means. There’ll be blood in our county before the month’s up and, with Sis pregnant with her second, that’s something Abbey’s can’t afford.

So I break the promise I made when I was sixteen and I come home. Mom’s not around to care though, so it’s hardly like there was much of a promise to break anyway.

Judging by Orisa’s face, she doesn’t agree.

“I told you not to come,” she says when I jump off the bus. She’s got a toddler by the hand and her belly is swollen with another child. For all that, she’s still got a whole belt of stakes slung over her shoulder.

“You’re expecting trouble,” I say, chin jerking to the wood. “I had to.” I drop my bag at my feet and squat down with a friendly smile. “Ara? Is that you? But, it can’t be, you’re so big!”

The little girl, hair the color of sunlight, ducks behind her mother’s legs, amber eyes distrustful.

“I saw you when you were a baby,” I say to the little girl. She’s got her mama’s freckles, only a shade darker than her brown skin. She’s beautiful. “I’m not surprised you don’t remember me.”

“The locals certainly remember you,” Orisa tells me. “What are you thinking, Mable, coming back now?”

I exhale through my nose and stand. “I’m thinking that we’re in Sheriff-less territory and you’re the late lady’s daughter, Orisa. That’s what I’m thinking.”

“They like me here,” Orisa says, white teeth flashing. “You coming back is only going to stoke the fires, Mable. You know that.”

I keep my smile pleasant, aware of Ara’s eyes on me. “The fires are already stoked, Orisa. You should know that.”

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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Jaebum

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,410

Summary:  You knew this breakup was coming. You just didn’t think it’d be this hard to say goodbye. 

Originally posted by got7europe

Author’s note: I’ve actually never written a song fic before. Please take this as my attempt! It’s what popped into my head listening to Zayn and thinking about Jaebum 

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anonymous asked:

I adore your writing! It makes me so happy :) can you do a thing where Archie admits to Betty that he's jealous of the Bughead relationship and Jug fears that Betty is going to leave him for Archie. But of course that won't happen ;)

I like this one a lot! THANKYOU SO MUCH by the way! You make me super happy by being super happy! ****
“ “Archie..I’m.. I don’t know what to say.”
Betty felt sick to her stomach, why was he doing this, why now?

“Please don’t say anything, just listen okay?”
Archie placed his hands on her shoulders, staring her straight in the eyes.

“I love you, I know maybe it’s a little delayed, but I do. I love you, not having you around as much, not being with you all the time, it helped me realize how important you are to me, I can’t be without you. So be with me, be my girlfriend.”

Betty stiffened, pushing herself out of the redheads grasp.

“Archie I’m dating jughead, you know that I..”

Cutting her off, he shook his head, reaching for her hands.

“You don’t have to be with him anymore, we could be together, he’ll get over it. He’s not capable of loving anything.”

Neither of the two knew that jughead had been standing behind the lockers, listening, jaw clenched.

He heard Betty speak up

“Excuse me? Archie you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The deep baritone of his ex best friend answered finally

“Don’t give me an answer yet, think on it. I’ll talk to you tommorow.”

As jughead peeked over the lockers he saw Archie place a slow kiss on Betty’s cheek, before walking away.

Betty stared after him an odd expression on her face.

Now was a good enough time as any to make his presence known.

He coughed slightly shaking Betty out of her thoughts.

“Juggie! When did you get here?!”

He would play along, he wanted to cherish his time with Betty, the little bit he had left.

“Just got out of last period, everything okay.”

She smiled that beautiful white toothed smile and took his hand.


He was confused. Was she planning on breaking it to him gently? Or was she gonna rip it off like a bandaid?

He couldn’t sit still, fidgeting in their booth at pops, taking ages to type one sentence, while she was on her third paragraph of an article.

The final straw came when he hadn’t touched his burger, after ten minutes.

“Okay enough!”

His eyes snapped to the agitated blonde.

“What’s the matter jughead? You’re jittery as a firefly, and you’re not eating! Something’s wrong and I want to know.”

Finally jughead pushed the laptop away, resting his hands on the table.

“You should take him up on his offer.”

Betty looked confused before it hit her.

“You heard Archie.” She frowned

“Yeah, and this is what you’ve always wanted, I’m not gonna stand in the way.” He moved to pack his bag up when the sharp voice halted his movements

“So that’s it? You’re not gonna fight for me? That’s what this relationship means to you? One little bump in the road and you’re gone, breaking up with me?” Her eyes were watery and her voice was shaky.

He immediately dropped his bag, eyes going wide.

“No! I’m not breaking up with you! You’re breaking up with me.”

She looked up at him, laughing bitterly.

“Says who? I sure as hell never said that.”


She wiped her eyes and slammed her hands on the table, attracting glances from other diners.

“No! don’t “betty” me, you think I would be with you if I didn’t want to be? You think I would spend all this time with YOU if I wanted Archie? No jughead, I’m with you because I’m in love with YOU, not Archie. But apparently it’s a one way street.“

She took a shaky breathe, standing up and walking out of Pops.

Staring after that gorgeous, amazing, fiery blonde he hopped out of the booth, abandoning his backpack and his burger.

He caught up with her just a street away from pops.

“BETTY” he was screaming, it was obnoxious, he really didn’t care.

Her shoulders stiffened, but she kept walking.

“Leave me alone jughead, I don’t wanna hear it.”


She stopped abruptly, keeping her back to him.

He smiled

“ I LOVE ELIZABETH COOPER” he shouted even louder, drawing the attention of nearly the whole town.

She turned slowly, tears streaming down her face.

“Really?” She all but whispered.

He ran to her, taking her by the waist.

“Really, I love you, I don’t want to lose you. I’m gonna fight for you, as long as you let me.”

Betty reached up her hands to clutch his face, as he brought his lips to hers.

“ I love you too” she whispered, inches away from his mouth

He broke into a grin

“I know.”

Undeniable Heat Chapter 19: Bruised and Battered

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary:  You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Jensen’s P.O.V.

After throwing back a couple of shots, I felt more comfortable, more in control. As if my entire world wasn’t crumbling around me once again. Lounging on the couch, the empty tumbler dangling from my fingers, I sighed as yet another text from Jared sounded from my phone. “Damn it.” I muttered, finally picking it up. I had ignored the first two, but I knew he wouldn’t give up until he got an answer from me.

“Have you talked to her yet?” Was the first one. “Damn it Jensen, you’re just causing yourself more heartache. Go talk to her. And let me know what happens.” The third one had me shaking my head. “If I don’t get a reply from you in the next thirty minutes I’m coming over and locking the two of you in a room.”

I had no idea why Jared was so intent on my relationship with Y/N. But he had been from the moment I had spoken about her. Maybe it was because she was the first girl I had shown any interest in after Danneel. Or maybe it was because he knew me better than anyone, and he knew how much I had come to care for her in such a short period of time.

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Touch: Part 2

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 3.4K
Warnings: Angst, fluff, (vague) mentions of torture and medical procedures, swearing

A/N: I love this request and couldn’t resist revisiting this fic one more time!

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~~Bucky’s POV~~

Bucky impatiently waits, his legs unable to stop from bouncing, as he keeps his eyes glued to the hangar entrance. You’d been gone on a mission for a few days now, and even though he’d seen how capable you are in the field, he still stresses when you were on a mission with him to make sure you were safe.

“Are you sure they’re coming?” Bucky asks, chewing on his bottom lip,

“Yes,” Steve reassures him for the 10th time, “The comms are down on the quinjet, but Nat never misses a deadline. She said they’d be back at 2pm, just give them time,”

Bucky nods, Steve’s words having not really calmed him down. As if on cue, the double doors that lead to the hangar bang open. Bucky’s head snaps up and his nerves finally start to fade. He can’t keep the smile off of his face as he waits for you to wander into the compound.

But that’s not what happens. Bucky watches as Natasha slowly walks in, looking like she was in another world. Her eyes were staring straight ahead, but she didn’t seem to be looking at anything or anyone. Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat as he notices her damp lashes and your absence.

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Misconceptions-Chapter 2

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut maybe? i may add a little Logan if Ya’ll are into that kinda thing. Sad Bucky. 

 This one physically hurt. i aint gonna lie. Dont hate me. 

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch

Tony stares at you, mouth slack “oh Jesus, oh (y/n)” I’m crying now you can get through this (y/n) big girl panties. “ I need to leave T. He can never know, no one can, this is my responsibility” Tony opens his mouth to protest, you hold up your hand silencing him “no Tony I see how he looks at her, he’s undeniably in love with her, its Natasha for fuck sake” you take a deep breath, fresh tears accumulating in your eyes “I’m not Natasha, I’m a freak, A mistake” Bucky’s earlier words echo in your head. Mistake just a mistake “I’ll never be able to give him what she does Tony, and I’m sure as hell not letting a mistake Buck made ruin his relationship. I’m leaving and I need your help T” you shove down the onslaught of emotions, its fraying the edge of your control, you’re losing the ability to keep a lid on your telekinesis and you need to stop. Now or you’re going to have, what you have affectionately labelled in your head as an “episode”. “I need new papers, new passport a new identity. An apartment a new life, I need to get out of here T”

“please Tony I need you to do this for me, I have no one else” you whisper.

He stares at you hard lines decorating his face, you can hear the battle going on inside his head and you know you’ve won. “Alright kiddo, I don’t agree with this but I’ll do as you ask, get your shit together you leave in 3 days” you heave a relieved sigh and throw your arms around him “Thank you tony. Thank you” he gently pries your arms away from him “go pack. Do it quietly. They will suspect” you nod, mentally steeling yourself to make your entrance back into the communal area you’re doing the right thing (y/n), you can’t force him to be with you. He chose Natalia and you are not going to ruin that. Admittedly your inner monologue is not helping and you can feel your carefully crafted façade cracking. You have to do this. You love him. You have to.


“you and Bucky” Nat asks with a sly smirk “me and Bucky?” you counter, “what’s going on there kitty? Are you dating?” you pale, totally unprepared for Nat’s super special spy skills “I uh. we um…I don-” you splutter “Ah come on now (y/n), I’m your bestie dish bitch” motherfucking Natasha. “we aren’t dating Nat. we sleep together, I help with his nightmares, we watch movies and listen to music, he’s a male version of you, but we have sex” you answer, skirting around what’s she’s really asking you “do you have feelings for him? Does he- “she takes a breath “does he have feelings for you” she finally asks, you hear the worry in her tone and feel the affection for her double, you didn’t deserve her, you really didn’t “No natty its jut stress relief. A man like Buck is not going to catch feelings for the first dame to float his way in 70 years” She frowns at you “I wish you would stop doing that kitty. There’s nothing wrong with you” you scoff and turn away missing the relieved look on her face as she contemplates your words.  


Bucky is waiting for you when you return to your bedroom, the face you love so much staring at you, hurt and confusion flicker in his eyes “Kitty” he says in the low baritone that sends shivers down our spine “what’s going on?” he asks “why are ya avoiding me? Did I do somethin’ wrong doll?” his voice cracks on the last syllable, what you’re doing to him breaks your heart but you have to break him, dismantle the friendship you spent years cultivating or he will come look for you, Bucks nothing but loyal. Dude doesn’t know when to quit.

You square your shoulders and muster the most acidic tone you can “what have you done buck? You fucked me for six months, used me, broke me and then threw me away like trash when my best friend finally decided to look at you” you’re shaking now, Bucky’s face falls with every venomous word you hurl at him, pain and anger flashing across his features “I was nothing more to you than a warm body to stick your dick in and soothe your fucked up mind” he stands abruptly, looming over you trying his best to contain his anger “ what the fuck (y/n)! ya agreed! No feelings, no attachment, I didn’ ask ya to feel anything for me, I didn’ want ya to feel anything for me” you suck in a sharp breath “that’s on ya and I won’t apologize for takin what ya offered me so willingly” he’s looking at you straight in the eye, this isn’t your Bucky. You don’t know this man, cold and calculated, indifferent to the obvious pain etched on your face “and why the fuck did ya think this was anything more than a quick fuck, that I wanted anything more from ya?” he spits out through clenched teeth.

“ya aint nothing special doll” Your bottom lip quivers, willing yourself not to cry, not too breath, His face twists in horror as he realizes what he’s said “(y/n) Jesus, no wait I mean-”he desperately tries to back peddle

 “So this is what dying feels like” you think

“Get out. Now. Don’t look at me. Don’t speak to me. I never want to see your face again sergeant Barnes” your voice is flat, calm, devoid of all emotion.

“kitty please, I’m so so- “he pleads “GET OUT JAMES! GET THE FUCK OUT” you’re screeching, sobbing, slamming your fists into his chest “IF YOU WANT TO THROW ME AWAY THEN FUCKING LEAVE YOU SON OF A BITCH”

“(y/n) …” He tries “Get. Out James’ you seethe.

He takes a step towards you, arms outstretched, desperately trying to pull you into his arms “don’ do this, please, don’ shut me out, let’s talk this out baby please i’m sorry” he begs.

“No.” balling your fists. you stare him down and hiss “I aint nothing special Barnes, remember?” You see him break then, the sound that leaves his mouth caught between a gasp and a wail,his face mirroring what your trying so hard not to let out, he physically deflates, shoulders slumping in defeat. You take a morbid sense of pleasure knowing that you have hurt him as much as he hurt you, mistake just a mistake.

He leaves without another word.

You send out your resignation letter the same night.

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Jung Kook x Reader , tumblr prompt.

Pairing : Jung Kookx Reader

Rating : M ( mildly mature content)

Genre : Angst. 

Prompt : 

“How long have you been standing there?”
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“I made a mistake.”

You stood on the edge of the wall, laughing as you held on to the ends of your scarf. The wind was incredibly fast and it was obvious you were going to lose the scarf, or your footing real soon. 

“Baby, you’re going to fall!” Jung kook is hovering at the base of the wall, arms extended and ready to catch you just in case and you grin impishly. 

“That’s what you’re here for , my Hercules!” You wink and he smiles fondly, eyes crinkling and face relaxing palpably. Jung Kook wears his heart on his sleeve and it tugs on your heartstrings : the knowledge that he would never hurt you in anyway. 

“I’m here but I don’t want anything to hurt you, baby!! ” He said and you nod before squatting down and leaping into his arms with a shriek.

 He laughs and catches you straight out of the air, your body barely hitting the ground as he swings you around in his strong arms. 

When he finally lets you down, You loop both arms around his neck, staring up at his handsome face. The amount of affection you feel for him hits you like a physical ache. 

“I love you more than I love myself, Jung Kook. “

He swallows nervously. 

“I love you too, y/n.”


It’s a little past four and you sneak out of the classrom slowly, fingers curled around the tin box full of homemade sugar cookies. You made those specifically for Jung Kook and though you knew that you’re due to meet Jung Kook at the bus stop outside his dance studio in a little over an hour, you think now is a good time to surprise him. He’s usually running low on energy after dance practise and surely some cookies ought to recharge him right back up! 

You can’t help but smile as you walk down the street. You’ve been together for nearly a year now and deep down , you know he’s the one. Jung kook looks a bit scary but he’s such a softie on the inside : so poilte , so sweet and so incredibly affectionate. 

He’s never made you feel unwanted or left out, sharing parts of himself that you know are intensely private. And you love him for it. 

Now that you’ve almost finished college , you can’t help but wonder if you guys should talk about moving in together. You’ve been saving up a bit and Jung Kook ihas a steady job with the dance studio so, you should be able to afford a place of your own right? And you’ve already landed an internship with one of the top  magazines in Seoul. 

It would all work out. 

As you move to the entrance of the studiop, you notice jung Kook’s car in the lot and run over instinctively, running your hand over the hood. A blush creeps into your face as you remember the time he’d pinned you against the glossy metallic surface and kissed the life out of you. 

That was when you went camping . It had rained like hell and you’d ended up camping inside the car , fogging up the windows as you spent the night in the back seat, wrapped around each other. He had kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he tangled his tongue with yours, hips pinning you to the seat and the strength of his arms keeping you from falling off. 

That’s when you learned that sex in back seats of cars is not really as romantic as it’s made out to be, what with the edges of the seats digging into your sides. 

But it had still been …. breathtaking.

Because it had been him. 

Your first. 

Your last.

Your everything. 

Whistling at the fond memories, you slowly make your way to the studio. Studio number Eight is slightly ajar and you can hear Jung Kook’s distinct grunt inside and you move , ready to call out for him when the femal voice comes out, startling you and freezing you in place. 

“When are you going to break up with her?” 

You stand outside the door, hand still raised to knock, smile still frozen in place. 

You stare dumbly at the plywood door in front of you, certain that you’d misheard. 

“Aeri… I can’t just break up with her… I just…I can’t hurt her like that!”

“Well you should have thought of that before you slept with me!” 

You blink stupidly and your fingers go lax, the cookie tin slipping out and landing on the floor with a deafening crash. you stare at the cookies, some of them cracked and powdered and crushed.

Much like your heart at the moment. 

You kneel down to gather the broken cookies and there’s a rustle of movement behind the door and then suddenly , Jung kook is standing there, looking like he has been shot. 

You stare back at him, feeling so small and foolish.

“i made cookies. The ones you like…. with the blue sugar.” You whisper. 

The door is flung open again and a girl rushes out , pausing just enough for you to get a glimpse and…  oh.

She looks really pretty : ice blond hair and a dancer’s body, long legs encased in blood red heels. She barely gives you a glance before rushing away and you stare after her vaguely.

Jung Kook swears and grabs your arms, gathering you up into his arms.

“Baby…. how long have you been standing there?!” His voice cracks over the syllables and You clench your fists and push against his shoulder….

The tears are stinging but you swallow down the pain. 

“Long enough to say that we’re done. “ You stutter out and it’s an instinctive reaction more than a thought out one. You know that after a few hours, this is going to sink in and you’re going to want to kill yourself but for now , you just want to get away from him.

“No!! Y/n… wait!1 i made a mistake!! You weren’t supposed to hear that!! i was going to break it of.. i love you… please..y/n give me one more chance…” jung Kook’s eyes are brimming with tears, the implication of what he’s done finally sinking in. It hits him then, just how much he loves you. How much he doesn’t want to see you hurting. 

The pain in your face makes his heart shatter and he knows he’ll spend the rest of his life making it up to you…

He pulls you close and buries his face into the curve of your neck.

“i’m sorry…i’m so sorry baby…i’l make it up to you….I love you so much…I’ll die if you leave me….please don’t leave me, y/n “ 

Your voice caught on a sob but you let yourself hug him weakly.  

All you can think was :

 Jeon Jung Kook ,  

 I guess, when you said you didn’t want anything to hurt me , you weren’t including yourself. 


 Author’s Note : * angsty drabble * :’(  

If you have a request from one these prompts  be sure to send me an ask…… 

Archie x Reader: Roof Top Tears

Warnings: none
Requested: no
A/N: (Y/H/C) = your hair colour

*Archie’s POV*

I woke up in a cold sweat, curtains blowing in the wind. I rolled over and grabbed my phone and started at the bright screen for a second as my eyes adjusted to the light. There was a text from (Y/N) saying to meet her on the roof of the drive-in at 3 and that she had to tell me something, it was 10 to 3 so I rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a sweater. Making my way down the stairs, careful not to wake dad, I crept into the kitchen and grabbed some food in case she was hungry and made my way out the door towards the drive-in. As I walked down the street all I could think of was what she had to say. Was something wrong? I began to get nervous until I saw her beautiful figure on the roof of the drive-in.

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